Addiction
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“If we care to solve, we will not need as many resources. In this absence of care, resources become our supplement. We replace a heart, meant to be there within us, with material, ephemeral resources. All meant for accessibility to us cannot be always in this manner for a resource. As there can be nothing
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“It is not society, but himself, who tells the man to remain strong. Though, the toxin as the addiction, whether of alcohol, the injection, the pill, or anger, is simply the disguise around hurt. Pain is always concealed by the addiction. Hurt is always avoided by turning to the addiction. By pretending to be strong,
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“A hole I have, for a heart. A raging ocean I have, for a mind. Cruelty is a sunset, that closes itself wide upon nothing that discovers comfort, when there is no warmth. Just an adulterous plague, that cheats the game of life, when it cannot follow the rules of loss. I hold residence in
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A memory. A moment. Like one cruel awakening with Alzheimer’s Disease. Something gone from the mind, then the heart, then the soul. I blow my wind against the interior of this window. As I do it, I recall the definition to sameness. I recall what is left of it, as the words within a book.
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Addiction forms a barricade before burden. And the addiction only forms itself as an addiction, when the persistence to face the responsibility of one’s faults, is kept. That “barricade” will form, through the addiction, though when the effects of the addiction wear off, then the pain rushes into the mind, so that the heart becomes
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I have in my palm,The clay of your illuminated shell.Your beauty that remains stilled,Among the ebony shores,Clears the skies,In your nudity.I am in love with only the failure,That has become my eternal addiction.Oh, when love is my eternity.When love is my mercy. I loathe the external benefit,The mute loathing that showsA frail breathing, lifted by
Modern Romanticism 